Archive for March, 2008


Okay so today is my first official writing day but I’m really just revising, a bit of a warm-up lets say. These are re-workings I’m sending off into the world, hopefully they’ll appear somewhere later this year, I’ll keep you posted. Comments welcomed!



The bang-bang of the screen door

is the only indication she was here.

I never see her –

only her ripples,

which blur at my edges.


This is not what I had in mind.

Undercut, undercurrent

again and again and still

it’s a surprise.


I take trace notes

in a small spiral notebook:

Lipstick on a tissue;

A perfumed scarf –

yes I know you’ve heard it all before.


I try listening to her speak on an old cassette.

The tape stretches

her voice.


What am I supposed to do?

I can’t shut the notebook.



Black Water


When you visit her

dark and brackish

she runs over banks of Ophelia hair.

Grass moves lightly,

quietly, under rusty water

– even though the noise of her running

fills your ears, rushing

like wind through Macrocarpas, darker.

You unlatch the gate

and cross the paddock.

Here you must watch out

for the goose that nips, attacks hissing.


for now from the darkness

of a silo shadow beyond the gorse.

The rising water fills your ears

pulls down.






The touch of your hand on my breast


little needles and I let down

first just a drop, another

drop and then

when I’m sitting on you,

over you

it’s a steady flow

and the milk is


I guess its not really a waste because

there is always more but I resent you a little

because its not yours and you think its funny and I guess it is and I just need to let go.

You check to see if I have teeth down there and

if you can pass to the other side.

You do think I’m a goddess and

the children tear us apart, me to earth, you

up in the air or is it the other way around? And

our fingertips can’t quite touch and I cry down on you

or do you cry down on me?

The children walk all over me or

is it you?

Valley, hills, rivers and caves.




Born today.
You’re the ‘it’ girl or guy today.
Everyone seems to think you have
the answers – because you do.
If only you could cover more ground
by cloning yourself. Saying ‘no’
is just as effective.

‘Hear that girl?’

She latches well and feeds enough
for two.
‘We will call you Abeni
much-prayed-for girl.’
Four rounds of treatment and finally
you bump into your sister
in the lab, fusing, growing
never alone.

In your dreams
she is outside you
holding your hand
Everyone on the street is you.
You count yourself
until you wake.


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Such an earnest child. Sadly I didn’t last long after I proclaimed loudly that I didn’t believe in God (don’t hold it against me). I did learn to plait, tie some good knots and earnt some bizarre badges. All the recent talk about Brown Owls got me remembering. Ah yes, “Pet Care”, “Dental Hygiene”, so many goodies…

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Epicurus would blog

I’m sure he would. And it wouldn’t be a food blog either. I was looking over some old notes I wrote while reading Alain de Botton‘s The Consolations of Philosophy

Epicurus – Happiness, an Epicurean aquisition list:

1. Friendship

We don’t exist unless there is someone to see us existing, what we say has no meaning until someone can understand it. True friends do not evaluate us according to worldly criteria, it is the core self they are interested in.

2. Freedom

In order not to have to work for people you don’t like and answer potentially humiliating whims, remove yourself from employment in the commercial world.

3. Thought (about the main sources of anxiety)

In writing a problem down or airing it in conversation we let its essential aspects emerge. By knowing its character, we remove, if not the problem itself then its secondary characteristics:- confusion, displacement and surprise.

de Botton summed up that wealth is unlikely to make you miserable but without friends, freedom and an analysed life we will never be truly happy. Seems to me that, in many ways, is the ideal life of the blogger.

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Good read

I got a copy of World Sweet World from Craft 2.0 and have to report back that it is a great read. Not only does it look great and features a number of my friends but it also contains heaps of tutorials for things you might actually want to make (rather than boring tat you’ve seen a million times). They’ve also got community in mind, so you can check out their blog and join the flickr group (you know I love flickr groups). So bravo to Hannah and Thomas!

While I’m promoting NZ craft you must go and check out Felt if you haven’t already. They are like the New Zealand version of Etsy, they sponsor Craft 2.0 and they are showcasing many very talented NZ crafters.

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Joni Mitchell knew what she was talking about when she sang “you don’t know what you got ’til its gone”. For me it was running water and an oven, gone for a month. Most of the kitchen is done now. New oven, new floor, recycled shelves. Oh, yes, and running water! This was a very budget renovation and it’s all free standing. Roast anyone?

PS the Babushka give-away closes at the end of the month so you better leave a comment!!

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Easter weekend was spent with friends and family, eating, walking, talking. We walked around Lake Papaitonga, which was lovely. We didn’t see as much bird life as I’d hoped and no carnivorous Powelliphanta snails to my dismay. But the Easter bunny hopped ahead and left a trail to “egg us on” (hurhur, sorry). I found a small collection of 1920-40s broken crockery along the trail, where the old farmer’s dump must have subsided. I kept one piece to put into Rachelle’s altered book at Wednesday’s Hub meeting.

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My Felt shop is now officially open! These fabric covered brooches are my first items for sale. The fabric is vintage Swedish and kimono. Become a patron of the arts and buy NZ handmade 😉

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Hey you

good_work, originally uploaded by keri.

yes you.

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Thrifty goodies

A small sample of thrifted goodies. The books were in the “for free” bin so I liberated them.

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All that remains: discarded ticket stubs; notes and new books to be digested over a cuppa.

I’ve put down some notes about the sessions I attended here.

For a wee potted summary – re-occurring themes across events:

  1. Creating from the unconscious, on the edge of sense and non-sense, intuitive but crafted.
  2. Creating as a conversation with your peers and literary / art history.
  3. Art being evidence, verification of things you witness but going beyond that to a point where another truth is possible.
  4. The evils of war and writing as a vehicle of protest.
  5. The role of the writer to question, observe and trust the reader.

Highlights for me: George Monbiot, Costs of the Iraq, Paul Muldoon.
New discoveries: Uwe Timms and Mayra Montero
Pleasant suprises: CK Stead and Christian Bök

Now please excuse me while my brain explodes…

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